[ That makes Six frown. He follows Sunday's gaze to the window, peering from the huge blot of black in the skies. How quickly it's moving towards where they are is alarming, and that's all he needs to know to realize what they aren't. ]
... They're not clouds.
[ The loud screeches are barely heard from the distance, but given the vast amount of crows, bits and parts of it are obvious enough. Six makes his way to the windows to make sure they're bolted shut, followed by the door. He doesn't know what good it will do against the large flock, but it's something. ]
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... They're not clouds.
[ The loud screeches are barely heard from the distance, but given the vast amount of crows, bits and parts of it are obvious enough. Six makes his way to the windows to make sure they're bolted shut, followed by the door. He doesn't know what good it will do against the large flock, but it's something. ]
Do you know how to fight?
[ They might need to, at this rate. ]